TRANSLATION: I dreamed that I chased every clock I could find in order to turn the alarm off. The whole neighborhood woke up and complained about the idiot who didn't turn the annoying alarm clock off. I wake up and still hear the echoing noise. But still the source is a mystery, until the Slave reaches for his iPhone in the dark and everything becomes peaceful again. Now I'm fully awake, in bed, with tea and a polish Elle magazine. It's disturbingly windy outside. This is not a peaceful morning.